Author: Mohit Madan

Mohit Madan

Work in progress. Coming Shortly!

Keep Trying!

Burn me in the strongest fire, put me in the deepest hole. Strike my temple with a wooden pole; skin me, spice me, feed them my glaring bones.   Cowards, go run your books, live the dirty little tricks you know. “Yes, sir!”, “No, sir!”, “My pleasure, ma’am!” “M’amour!”, “Mon ami!”, “Mon petite mademoiselle!”   Whip my heart and clock… Read more →

McLeodGanj / Triund – Solo trips can be fun too! (Part 1)

“Oh! He’s never going to do it. Nobody goes alone. He’s just kidding..” “Who goes on a solo trip in India? You’ve gone crazy!” “You’re just mad! Why would you even do this?” “Drop the plan, bro! Let’s go to Rishikesh next weekend for rafting and bungee jumping.” While these were the most common statements that were used by people… Read more →

Another World

When tears don’t flow, When your heart doesn’t know, When your past is taking its toll, And you cannot go hey-oh! All that you want and all that you need, is a shadow that scratches your wound too deep. When your mind’s elation is an image that you breathe, and omnipresent are mannequins you don’t heed, Take the anger down… Read more →

Sorry, I cannot buy that!

“Mere bacho ki kasam, mai pehle bahut ameer tha. Mujhe bahut ghumaan tha paiso par. Par aaj mai yaha subah 10 baje se ghoom raha hu aur mujhe 800 rupay aur chahiye. Mere bache ki fees poori ho jayegi. Ye dekho, maine itne(takes out money from his pocket) ka samaan bech diya hai, please belt le lo. Mai bheekh nahi… Read more →


Every morning is a stop, every evening a start of fight through the night, as I go insane, as I writhe for the right. I twist the fate, to, carry this bag of bones, but these daemons won’t stop trying. Torn inside out, I yearn to earn respect more than life. Unscathed pride is the prejudice. Of the mother and… Read more →

Winter Rain

Brisk paces and trembling voices occupied the night, creating symphonies that are often recognized. “Hide in a corner, light a fire, cuddle up, as the ice conspires.” A lonesome man drifted through the streets, deserted pathways figurative of his melancholic beats. Shivering through fog of smoke, he looked for the stars to guide him home. He tried to find the… Read more →